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Trust in Allah, but tie up your camel!
Today was a 200km loop from Ouazazate via the Draa Valley. The roads were very passable by my standards. However they may not be passable by 'normal' standards. For example, the road was barely wide enough to allow passage of a car and a truck and the asphalt (a luxury item IMHO) was badly deteriorated at the edges along with frequent potholes on the middle. The roads are infrequently traveled so bring plenty of water and fuel. We ...
Across the Atlas to the Real Morocco
... just a pile of rocks at the edge. The switchback corners have insufficient turn radius to accomodate a truck, which we learned by following a loaded petrol truck up the hill. Just before the corner the driver would blare the horn to warn on coming cars that he was swinging wide into their lane. We listened intently for truck horns the whole way. At one point we pulled off the road to stretch our legs and relax our sphincters. I also had to take ...
All Roads Lead to Marrakech
... name of the beautiful music style give me by the cab driver earlier that day but all I got was blank looks. An attempt on my part to reproduce the high-pitched female wailing loosened the mood and they seemed to immediatly know what I was talking about. A nice english speaking local man there with his family kindly corrected the english spelling on my smart phone note pad that mimicked the Arabic pronuciation while they played samples of several CDs. I ended up buying two, which they ...
All Aboard the Marrakech Express!
After a nice cup of mint tea at a road side cafe, we set out for the train station. It was a cool, foggy morning and not much activity about - especially taxis. I figured that we could wait for one to happen by and possibly miss our trian or start walking to the train station and stand at least a chance to make the train by walking the whole way or finding a taxi enroute. We never found a taxi and made the train with about 7 minutes to ...
Oh let the sun beat down upon my face . . .
... 8217;d been on camel, and that had only been for maybe 5 minutes. One hour proved to be not particularly comfortable, but it was still a great experience. Both Beezel’s and my camel were very tall. The group was pretty much unanimous in naming my poor camel the ugliest amongst the group, and Beezel’s as having the most overactive digestive system. Funnily enough, Beezel did not take kindly to me telling her that the saddle on her camel was coming lose. I won’t repeat ...


